All Chapters of Married To The Farmer : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The first thing she felt was pain. Her head was pounding like someone was hitting it with a hammer. Her mouth was dry. Her whole body felt heavy and sore.She slowly opened her eyes.The hotel room was a mess. Expensive bottles were scattered everywhere. Her expensive dress was on the floor. One of her heels was broken. A man’s shirt was hanging on the chair.She sat up and held her head. “Ugh…what the hell happened last night?” she muttered.She reached for her phone on the nightstand. The second she unlocked it, notifications flooded in Hundreds of messages. Missed calls. Videos.She clicked on one.There she was—drunk, shouting, throwing a glass, arguing with people at the party. The video already had thousands of views. Another video showed her almost getting into a fight with the son of her father’s business partner.“Shit…” she whispered. She tried calling her best friend. “C'mon Stacy, pick up…ugh!”No answer. She tried another one. Nothing.Only one number kept cal

Haelyn froze.Two men stood in the living room. Both were dressed in dark clothes. One held a phone to his ear, while the other was already walking toward her with slow, calm steps. There was nothing rushed about the way he moved. That somehow made it worse.“That’s her,” the man on the phone said. “We’ve got her.”Haelyn’s heart slammed against her ribs so hard it hurt. Her mouth went dry.“Who the hell are you?” she demanded, forcing her voice to stay steady. “Get away from me!”The man closest to her didn’t answer. He didn’t even change expression. He just reached out and grabbed her arm. His grip was hard, fingers digging into her skin like iron.“Let go!” she shouted, trying to yank herself free.He didn’t loosen his hold. Instead, he dragged her forward with a rough pull. Haelyn stumbled and almost fell to her knees. Panic washed over her in a hot, dizzying wave. Without thinking, she swung her free hand and slapped him across the face with everything she had.The sharp sound ec

“What!?”Haelyn’s voice echoed around the wooden house. She couldn't believe her ears. First, she was brutally beaten up and next, she's getting married to a stranger who's apparently a farmer.“You're joking right? Right?” She laughed but it wasn't funny. None of it was funny.He shook his head.She breathed out in frustration. “God.” She turned away from him and ran both hands through her hair. Her head was already hurting, and this conversation was making it worse. She had woken up in a strange house wearing a man's shirt after nearly dying on a beach, and now she was being told that the man standing in front of her was the person her parents had chosen for her to marry.“Do you have a phone? I want to call my parents.” Haelyn asked. Dean reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone. He held it out to her without saying anything.She quickly took it and dialed her mother's number. It rang twice before going straight to voicemail.Haelyn frowned and tried again.N

Haelyn was still in bed when she heard the knock on the door.She ignored it the first time. The second time it came harder.“What?” she called out, voice rough.The door opened. Dean stood there, already dressed for work. Boots on, sleeves rolled up.“Get up,” he said. “I need help outside.”Haelyn sat up slowly, squinting at him. “Help with what?”“Farm work.”She let out a short laugh. “You’re joking.”“I’m not. Get dressed. Five minutes.”He left before she could argue.Haelyn stared at the closed door, jaw tight. She thought about staying in bed just to spite him, but the look on his face told her he would come back and drag the blanket off if he had to.She got up, pulled on the same oversized shirt from yesterday and a pair of shorts she had found in the drawer, then went downstairs barefoot.Dean was waiting by the back door. He glanced at her feet.“You’ll need shoes.”“I don’t have any.”He walked to a small closet near the entrance, pulled out an old pair of boots, and drop

Dean told her in the morning.“We’re going into town.”Haelyn looked up from the chair she’d been sitting in, one leg tucked under her. “For what?”“Supplies. We’re low on a few things.”“And I have to come because…?”“Because I said so.”She let out a short laugh. “You’re really starting to enjoy ordering me around.”Dean didn’t answer. He just grabbed his keys from the counter and looked at her. “Put on proper shoes. We’re leaving in ten minutes.”Haelyn muttered under her breath the whole time she got ready. The only shoes she had were the old boots he’d given her before, so she shoved her feet into them with a scowl. When she came back downstairs, Dean was already by the door.The drive into town was quiet at first. Haelyn sat with her arms crossed, staring out the window. The road was rough, and every bump made her click her tongue in irritation.“This place is so backward,” she said after a while. “No proper roads, nothing modern. How do people live like this?”“They manage,” De